"What?"
"She opened a milk tea shop at the entrance to the slums?"
At that moment, a ghost in tattered clothes was reporting the news with its head lowered.
Xiaoye was utterly bewildered when she heard this.
She found herself understanding the new City Lord less and less.
Selling milk tea at the slums' entrance?
And it was a fruit tea made from ghost lemons, no less.
'Does she expect those paupers, who are so broke they don't have two coins to rub together, to buy it?'
'Or is she hoping the rich young masters and misses, who are used to luxury, will go there to buy it?'
'This is just pure nonsense!'
A look of absurdity flashed in Xiaoye's dark eyes.
Her crimson hair swayed gently.
"Yes, and she's hiring staff from the slums. She said she won't keep a single coin of the profit and will use it all to help us by renovating houses, building roads, and so on..."
As the subordinate spoke, the corner of his mouth twitched, his face filled with a strange expression.
